Page 13 of My Boyfriend's Possessive Daddy

I laugh softly. “Just for now. I just want to make sure you’re on solid ground before turning you loose like that.”

“Fair enough,” she grouses, though good-naturedly.

“Okay. I think that’s it for now unless you have any questions?”

The older woman shakes her head. “No, I think I’m all right for now. I need to start planning where to take my first walk.”

“That’s a good idea. Just remember?—”

“Slow and easy at first.”

“There you go.”

I get to my feet and pick up my bag then head out of her room, softly closing the door behind me. I head for the front door, but when I get to the foyer, I find Elodie waiting for me, sending a quiver through both my heart and my balls. It’s been a little while since I last saw her—in person, anyway. Most every night, she’s been starring in a series of adult films playing in my mind, each one filthier than the last.

“How is she doing?” she asks.

“She’s good. Her scans and tests are all good. I think she’s going to be one hundred percent sooner than later,” I tell her.

Absolute relief crosses her face and the corners of her mouth turn upward. “That’s great news. Thank you, Dr. Collier.”

“Please call me Ethan.”

She looks down, her expression turning shy. The way she bites her bottom lip is somehow sexy to me, and I find myself fighting the urge to push her up against the wall and kiss her. Feeling my cock twitching and knowing I need to keep it from stiffening, I start mentally running through as much of the medical vocabulary textbook I used back in college that I can remember to stave it off. When I think I’ve got my hormones under control, I clear my throat.

“She still has a bit of a road ahead of her,” I tell Elodie. “I don’t want your grandmother exerting herself too much just yet. But I did tell her I want her to begin taking small daily walks. No more than fifteen or twenty minutes at a time for now.”

“Fifteen to twenty minutes. Got it.”

“Don’t let her push it. I’m telling you because I know your grandmother and I know she’ll try to push beyond what I want. And I wouldn’t put it past her to tell you I said half an hour or more,” I tell her with a laugh.

“Wow, you really do know my grandmother.”

“I’ve gotten to know her a bit, yeah. She’s a firecracker.”

“She really is.”

We share a laugh that lapses into a silence that crackles with a sense of anticipation. Elodie raises her jade green eyes to me, her full lips slightly parted, looking like she has something to say but is having trouble finding the words. I’m curious about what’s on her mind so I give her a little time to gather her thoughts.

“I just … I wanted to say thank you for stepping in the other day at the diner,” she says. “I wanted to thank you for getting Todd to leave me alone.”

I’m not sure if that’s what she was originally going to say, but I’m not going to press it. If she really has something else to say, she’ll get around to it.

“You’re welcome,” I reply.

She shifts on her feet, looking uncomfortable. “That guy … he’s been that way since high school. He’s been trying to get me to sleep with him since I was a freshman and he was a senior. He wouldn’t take no for an answer back then, and apparently, that hasn’t changed.”

“Sounds like a real charmer of a guy.”

“Right?”

“I haven’t dealt with him often since I’ve been in Emerson, but those few occasions when I’ve had to, they haven’t been pleasant experiences. He’s kind of a scumbag.”

“I’d say you know him as well as you know my grandmother then.”

My lips twist wryly. “Trust me, your grandmother is a lot more pleasant to deal with.”

Another silence descends on us, and this one seems a little more awkward and expectant. Elodie shifts on her feet again, her hands in the pockets of her jeans, and that urge to grab and kiss her becomes almost overpowering. Controlling myself is getting exponentially harder the longer I stand here looking into those big green eyes.

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